"Roland, I'm friends with your grandfather. There is no need to be so distant. Just call me Uncle Archival." The old duke smiled.
Hearing this, Roland was momentarily stunned. "I see. I understand, Uncle Archival."
"Good! Let's talk inside. We'll leave the young ones on their own." Archival muttered while shaking his head with a helpless smile.
Roland chuckled. "Alright. I also have things to discuss with you."
"Oh, really? I can't wait."
Fredrinn sent Argus a look. "You should go with my father."
"Yes, sir." Argus nodded and left.
After they left, Aubrey grabbed his hand and said. "Follow me. I'll bring you somewhere." She sounded eager so Fredrinn couldn't bring himself to reject her.
Aubrey brought him to the man-made lake just behind their main mansion.
"Why did you bring me here?" Fredrinn stared at her curiously. He wondered why she brought him to the lake. She didn't bring him here to go fishing, right?
